Wandering Movies

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The divine might that spread across the heavens and earth was like the waves of the ocean, one wave after another, pressing down on all the beings in the sacred realm of the primordial world, forcing them to prostrate themselves on the ground.

The posture of prostrating oneself is extremely humiliating, but the creatures of the primordial world do not feel resentment; they only feel joy and unwillingness to accept it.

The joy was naturally that the world had gained 13 more saints. Having experienced a world war, the beings naturally understood the benefits of having an additional saint-level combatant. The more saint-level combatants they had, the safer they would be.

The ones who were unwilling to accept it were the three thousand mortals in Zixiao Palace. They had also gained the power of merit, but they failed to achieve the status of saints.

The three thousand mortals present were all quite talented and gifted, but the fundamental reason they failed to attain enlightenment was that Hongjun imposed very strict limits on the merits he granted.

To achieve sainthood through this merit, there is a prerequisite: completely sever the three corpses.

The reason these three thousand mortal travelers did not completely sever their three corpses was not due to a lack of ability, but rather a lack of luck. They did not have enough luck to obtain three thousand innate spiritual treasures, and thus lacked the spiritual treasures to sever their corpses.

Before the Dao Ancestor Hongjun passed down the "Method of Severing the Three Corpses to Prove the Dao," their era was not lacking in innate spiritual treasures; after the first sermon, the already scarce innate spiritual treasures became even more rare.

But it was too late then; those who possessed the spiritual treasure had already used it to complete the corpse-severing ritual, so even if they were to steal it, it would be useless.

Those who possess multiple spiritual treasures have no intention of robbing them. At the same cultivation level, having an extra spiritual treasure would provide a terrifying boost to combat power, even without thinking.

After a period of familiarization with the fluctuations of their own holy realm, the newly promoted saints restrained their aura and came to Zixiao Palace with their partners to pay their respects.

Inside the wide-open gates of the Zixiao Palace,
The Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on a futon on the high platform in the main hall.

On Hongjun's left and right sides sat Haotian and Yaochi respectively, followed by the Three Pure Ones of Taoism on the left and the Two Saints of Buddhism on the right.

The new saints, meeting the scrutinizing gazes of the old saints, bowed in unison to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"Greetings, teacher!"

"May the teacher live a long and healthy life." x13
Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded upon hearing this, then waved his hand in the air without holding the whisk, and thirteen futons flew out with a burst of light, five landing on the left and six on the right.

The 13 newly appointed saints exchanged glances, then their gazes lingered on the Three Pure Ones of Taoism and the Two Saints of Buddhism before they tacitly found seats and sat down.

When a major global crisis strikes, they can unite against external threats. But once the external enemy disappears, their own people become the enemy.

Choosing a seat at this time is also a different kind of choice in standing in line.

"teacher!"

"After this battle, with so many junior brothers attaining sainthood, will the Three Realms be reborn..."

Zhunti was the first to speak, intending to propose a redistribution of power in the prehistoric world. However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"The two realms have just merged, and everything is in need of rebuilding."

"Your most important task is to help all living beings quickly integrate into this world."

Hongjun's words immediately alarmed the saints present. Those with authority hoped that Hongjun would give a clear answer, such as the statement that Haotian was the ruler of the Three Realms.

The new sage, who has no power, hopes that Hongjun will grant him a promise of great prosperity, just like the West.

But Hongjun didn't give them a chance to speak, raising his hand again to interrupt, "Besides, now is not the time to discuss these things."

They fought tooth and nail to win the world war, but when it came time to divide the cake, those who were supposed to divide it said they wouldn't share it anymore. Hongjun could tell that although they didn't say it, they were definitely unwilling in their hearts.

"When I was fusing with the variant, I learned some bad news."

Upon hearing this, the saints' expressions turned solemn, and they quickly exchanged glances with the saints they knew. As saints in the Purple Cloud Palace, they found it more reliable to communicate with their eyes than with their divine senses.

"May I ask, teacher, are there still remnants of those who could overthrow the world in the primordial era?"

Taishang Daoren was the only one among the old saints who completely severed the three corpses. He was different from Yuanshi, who only had his self-corpse left, and he was also different from Tongtian, who only had his benevolent corpse left. He was extremely rational.

Upon hearing Hongjun's words, the Supreme Daoist immediately broke free from his previous state of vying for resources. The same was true for the 13 new saints; they were all ruthless individuals who had completely severed their Three Corpses. Without the Three Corpses, they were extremely rational, infinitely close to the Dao, and had no other emotions or desires besides their pursuit of the Dao.

These 13 new saints are no more talented than the old saints. They have completely severed their three corpses, but they have no Primordial Purple Qi. They had no choice but to desperately try to achieve the results of the "Three Corpses Severing Proving the Dao Method".

Dao Ancestor Hongjun remained silent, but a divine light shot out from between his brows, rapidly expanding above everyone's heads. Then, amidst the unfolding light and shadow, two magnificent worlds collided, followed by a fierce and devastating battle...

"Before the Great Primordial World invaded our realm, it attacked another realm."

However, they returned defeated and were further punished by the other world, where forty saints were enfeoffed.

The primordial forces have invaded our realm this time to make up for the losses suffered previously.

Upon hearing this, Tongtian was greatly surprised and exclaimed, "Is this really true?"
Forty sages actually perished in the primordial era?

Zhunti was horrified, but thankfully said, "Fortunately, the Primordial World did not directly attack our realm, otherwise we would have no power to resist!"

Jieyin pondered for a moment and said, "Teacher, could the ominous news you spoke of mean that the other world is still pursuing the Primordial World?"

Hongjun Daozu nodded slightly and said, "That's right!"

"I won the battle of the realms and occupied this realm, but I also took on the karma of the primordial world."

As the saints watched the unfolding battle between the two realms in the main hall, their confidence waned with each passing moment, until finally their faces darkened.

"Teacher, I'll wait..."

Zhunti was about to speak when Hongjun interrupted him sternly.

"No need for further words! Time is of the essence, you must all prepare for battle with all your might!"

With another wave of his hand, Dao Ancestor Hongjun caused the 20 saints in the hall to disappear from the hall, teleported away by the formless and intangible laws of space.

"Pong!"

The gates of Zixiao Palace are closed.

For a moment, the 20 saints looked at each other.

"Could it be that the [Super Beast World] is chasing after us?"

It's unclear which sage said this, but it made the mood of the sages outside Zixiao Palace even more solemn. After discussing it for a while without reaching any results, they left with their own thoughts.

The moment the gates of Zixiao Palace closed, the space in front of Hongjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform, twisted and changed, and then Wang Ming's figure slowly emerged in the void opposite him.

As the figure became more and more solid, it was a man with loose black hair, dressed in black, sitting amidst thousands of laws.

Hongjun looked at this person, his gaze growing increasingly solemn.

This person is Wang Ming, who is sealed in the hyperdimensional space.

He exudes a calm and composed demeanor, making one think that the thousands of laws are components that build his throne, rather than a prison that confines him.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"

"A brilliant plan!"

"That's truly a cruel heart."

"All the destabilizing factors"

"You... you really did it decisively!" (End of Chapter)